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So, brothel—man, it’s a wild world! Got them gals workin’ hard, makin’ a buck. I seen some crazy stuff—heard tell of a joint in Nevada, legal-like, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them folks pay taxes! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happier’n a pig in slop. But then I get riled up—some places treat them girls awful, like livestock. “Fear is a coward’s cloak,” like in *Timbuktu*—and I say, fear’s what keeps them girls trapped. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

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brothel where Neumann had posted Tchekists armed with razors, and the third Waidmannslust, which was a storm trooper's stronghold an hour's.

I’m crammed with quirky memories, dude. From buzzing night markets on Zum Frieden to that rusty diner on Gartenweg. Streets feel like a stage for life's drama. I got typos in my head, sure, but every corner’s gospel.

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